"Anne-Marie! The queen's hair is ready for you to place the miniature scene you've created. Please come," Genevieve called.

Queen Marie Antoinette was wearing a dressing gown and was seated in the center of the gathering room. Her ladies were all around her. They had fashioned her hair into the most elaborate sculpture Anna had ever seen. Anna retrieved the tiny figures from her room and presented them to the queen for her approval.

"Oh, they are wonderful! They are the best yet. Quickly. Tie them into my hair so I can see how they look."

Anna carefully positioned the figures in the queen's hair and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled at the scene. Her friends back home at the hospital would be in hysterics by now if someone came in wearing their hair like this.

The queen was more than pleased with her hair and instructed everyone to disperse to dress for the dance.

Anna went to her room and gathered petticoats and undergarments from the wardrobe of her ancestor, Anne-Marie. She tried them on and found to her amazement that they fit perfectly; just like the peasant dress she had borrowed upon arriving at the hamlet. Nervously, she reached for the emerald green gown that Queen Marie Antoinette had given her. She hoped it would fit. It was so beautiful she needed to be able to wear it.

She slipped the dress over her head and was amazed at how perfectly it fit. She blushed at her breasts pouring out the top. The emerald green made her eyes seem more green than brown. She went to work on her long blonde hair and soon had it piled on top of her head in a reasonable facsimile of the style of the day. She looked around the room and found a vase filled with peacock feathers. She plucked several from the vase and arranged them in her hair.

Music, laughter, and the combination of low male voices and tinkling feminine ones caught Anna's attention. She checked her appearance one more time, then headed towards the sounds.

Once outside, she saw that a large area of ground had been spread with straw. Farmhands tended bonfires burning on the periphery. Anna watched the couples that were dancing. They looked so elegant in their eighteenth century clothing. The men wore velvet coats with short pants and were in colors as bright and vivid as the women wore.

"Madame Toussaint. Please, dance with me."

Anna gazed into the soft brown eyes of the aristocratic artist that had been painting in the farmhouse when she'd arrived. She held back, but took his arm when she noticed a hurt look clouding his eyes. She hoped he was a good leader because she was certainly going to have to follow closely.

The artist was a wonderful dancer and soon they were effortlessly gliding around with the other couples. Anna gazed up at his face, lit by the bonfire light, and decided he was quite handsome.

"Madame Toussaint. You have been away for a time. We are all so relieved that you are again with us here in the hamlet."

"Thank you, monsieur , monsieur ..." Anna stammered. It was obvious that she should know this man. What would he think about her forgetting his name?

"Please madame. It is Jacques Rouleau. I realize we have only been introduced once or twice before you went away. I don't expect you to remember me."

The humble man looked so miserable that Anna felt she had to do something to relieve his misery.

"Of course I remember you! How could I not? I've just been gone for so long I'm a little forgetful. Come, let us dance another waltz."

The waltz was just ending when Anna heard horse's hooves in the distance. She stopped, excused herself from Jacques, and went to the edge of the dancing area to see if she could see the horse. The hoof beats came closer and finally a horse and rider appeared out of the foggy mist.

Anna gasped and almost fainted when she saw that the horse was the beautiful chestnut she had seen when the tour group visited the hamlet at Versailles. The man upon the horse was the same man she had seen as well. As they got closer, she realized why he had looked so familiar to her. He flew off of the horse as soon as her saw her.

"Anne-Marie. I've been searching all over the countryside for you."

Who is this man? And why is he acting like he knows me? Anna looked closely at the handsome man before her. Then it struck her. It was Jeff!

He gathered her in his arms and kissed her more thoroughly than she'd ever been kissed before. He held her so tightly she could scarcely breathe. Finally, he held her at arms length and gazed longingly into her eyes.

"Jeff? Is it you?" Anna asked.

"Of course it is. Geoffroi Andrieux. Who else would kiss you like this?" He resumed the long, sensuous, probing kiss that seemed to reach into her soul.

His eyes were Jeff's eyes. They crinkled at the corners when he smiled, just like Jeff's did. His hair was the same color as Jeff's. He was the same size as Jeff. He kissed just like Jeff. Anna was beginning to understand. This was why she believed so strongly that Jeff and she were soul mates: They were linked through history.